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  <title>Fic: Disclosure [Lorne/Stackhouse]</title>
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  <description>&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Disclosure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pairing:&lt;/b&gt; Lorne/Stackhouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spoilers:&lt;/b&gt; none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; The women are looking at him in a weird way today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt; Written between 3:30 and 4:30am and result of pure silliness. Not beta read, all mistakes are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written for &lt;span class=&apos;ljuser ljuser-name_slashing_lorne&apos; lj:user=&apos;slashing_lorne&apos; style=&apos;white-space: nowrap;&apos;&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/slashing_lorne/profile&apos;&gt;&lt;img src=&apos;http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif&apos; alt=&apos;[info]&apos; width=&apos;16&apos; height=&apos;16&apos; style=&apos;vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;&apos; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&apos;http://community.livejournal.com/slashing_lorne/&apos;&gt;&lt;b&gt;slashing_lorne&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; challenge (may 19-21) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;prompt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;XO of SG-11:Disclosure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word count : 398&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 10pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a name=&quot;cutid1&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;ljcut&quot; text=&quot;Read more...&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;Disclosure: information or a fact that is made known or public that was previously secret or private.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan Lorne had a weird sensation as he walked in the Stargate Command. Something was wrong, he could feel it. He had already caught at least half a dozen women watching him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;The entry military woman had turned bright red when he asked her how she was today and had promptly turned back without even answering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Two woman marines he had crossed had burst out laughing as soon as they had turned in the corridor. A technician girl congratulated him for no apparent reason and a lieutenant from SG-13 called Sara – or something like that – had thanked him, without any further explanations.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;All that was going weirder by the minute. It was like every single woman on the base was giggling at his sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;Something grabbed his arm and pulled him into a room. Sergeant Stackhouse.&lt;br /&gt;“Wow. Don’t scare me like that Stack.”&lt;br /&gt;The Sergeant was looking more than embarrassed and kept on checking all around him like if he was making sure no one could see them. Not exactly his usual behavior when they were all alone.&lt;br /&gt;“There were control cameras in the storage room.” Stackhouse let out way too quickly.&lt;br /&gt;“What storage room?”&lt;br /&gt;“The storage room. Tuesday. Remember?”&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the storage room, that had been great. He had backed up his sergeant against the wall and… control cameras. That couldn’t be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Stackhouse was chewing at his bottom lip, trying to find a way to say the rest of the information. Lorne carefully place his hands on the other man waist and pulled him a little bit closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;“Some woman put her hand on the video and now it’s circulating between the women on the base.”&lt;br /&gt;“Just the women?”&lt;br /&gt;Stackhouse nodded. “And apparently there was a bet or something like that going on…”&lt;br /&gt;And that would explain everything that happened this morning.&lt;br /&gt;“I think I know who won.” Evan said remembering the woman who had thanked him earlier.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;The rest of the day went on smoothly; none of his men seemed to have any idea of what was going on. Except of course for the one of his men who was actually a woman, she had been giving him a knowing smile all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot; class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;1&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span lang=&quot;EN-US&quot;&gt;That night, Lorne got a mail. ‘Make sure we see more and the video won’t be a problem for you.’&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t sure if he should be relieved… or extremely worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description>
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